Jacobi will feel Kepler's hips press up against him from behind, rocking against him in return as he speaks. As he strokes. As his other hand, done with the trousers, starts the more delicate work of getting his underwear.

"I don't need that kind of luck," he says, and there's a faint growl to the lower notes of the words, the bottom of his register. "If I'm in the shower? I will happily" and that comes with a slightly firmer squeeze of one hand, "accept some company."

A low laugh.

"As long as you've got some extra time to spend."